Contributor: John Kropf

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No one is left in my home town
My people are gone.

But my memories are there
right where I left them
residing in streets, schools, and fields.

I could revive the spirit of the place
but what would that matter now?

My route is now reversed
what was once a destination
became the home town
and the old home town
is just another destination among many.

I still drive the Ohio Turnpike
and near Exit Seven
there’s an urgent sensation of memory
tugging from across the dark fields to the north.

But I keep going
and hoping for new roots
in my new home town.


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Minor misguided visionary playing with words.